He rode into town on Monday (his horse).

He rode into town on Monday (his horse). The actual weekday was a Thursday. Frank "the Bank Thief" O'Reily was an odd one. He wore one black boot and one brown, and he never forgot

a serial number of any bill he had robbed. They were like old friends. He kept a look out for them & if one passed through his hands he kissed it. Frank "the Bank Thief" O'Reily

coveted the relationship between humans and currency like monks coveted their relationship with their Lord. Frank robbed to get closer to his savior and his life was 'richer' for

it because he could afford all the finer things. Emerald yachts. Diamond combs. Mac Products. But Frank the Robber had a daughter who hated wealth. She loved poetry.

Ánd poverty, which coincidentally is 'poetry' with an extra v. Frank's daughter loved the synchronism of that. She tried to tell her father she didn't want another Ipad, but

Her words just hit the bottom of a pit. Her father loved to get her expensive things, it was a high for him. She liked to remain the complete opposite of him, less bipolar.

"Gee, thanks Dad, I guess." she looked over the rim. "But darling, I thought every girl wants a large pit in their back yard." "Why would I want that?" "Um.. Hold stuff?"

"There you go, criticizing my shoe collection again. Dad, you are so an-NOY-ing!" "But see now you have plenty of room for all your, uh, stuff." She rolled her eyes & picked up her

They both laughed looking back at this moment during the 2026 reunion. He was a bit overbearing but she took it all so personally! "I love you Dad" she said. "Love you more hon."